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THE OWLETTE DISPATCH
Fresno High School Class of 1958
Newsletter No. 24
Spring 2015
In Memoriam
This issue is dedicated to those classmates who have
passed away in the last six months.
Norman Acres
Peggy Duggan Culp
Sandra Fey Smith
Marty Roberts
Mary Rugieri Hanson
Charles Tingey
Additionally, with continuing research from our lost
committee, this classmate has been confirmed as
deceased and taken off the lost list:
Judie Manktelow Brown
These teachers who taught while we were at Fresno
High have passed away:
Robert Kurtovich, English
Elizabeth Wiley, French & Latin
WHO SHOT THE WINDOWS OUT AT
HAMILTON?
By Buddy Arakelian
[email protected]
On a Monday morning in early September 1954, as
teachers went to their classrooms in the west wing
(facing Clinton) of Hamilton Jr. High School, they were
greeted by a frightful mess. There were bullet holes in
the windows, the chalk boards and the walls. Some of
the light fixtures had also been hit.
Directly across the street from the west wing was a
single house on a block, the only house on the block.
That house was my house. The police determined that 22
caliber bullets were fired from a rifle from my house. I
was about to become known as “the guy who shot out
the windows at Hamilton.” Today, 60 years later,
sometimes when my name is mentioned, that title still
comes up.
Front of Hamilton Junior High
The following is the story behind the story:
For Christmas in 1953 I received a 22 caliber rifle, but
no bullets at the time. Up until that time the only gun I
had ever owned was a Red Ryder BB Gun. Up until the
“Hamilton” day, the 22 rifle had never been loaded or
fired. I owned that rifle for over eight months before it
was ever fired.
This might sound hard to believe, but a week or two
before the “Hamilton” incident I found a bunch of 22
caliber bullets on the side of the road while walking
down Farris Avenue. Do you see where this is leading?
So, on a sunny Saturday afternoon in September, three
neighborhood friends and I were hanging around at my
house with nothing to do. None of us had any intention
of committing an act of vandalism that day. There were
four of us -- Stan Ryan (FHS 1958), Gene Spencer
(FHS 1957), Peter Dau (FHS 1956) and me. None of us
had much experience shooting a gun with bullets.
I mentioned to the guys that I had found some 22
caliber bullets by the side of the road. So we decided to
try out the rifle. We opened a window and took turns
shooting at a telephone pole. There was a kid climbing a
fence at Hamilton -- I fired a couple of shots under him
while he was at the top of the fence. That was the
craziest thing done that day by any of us.
Here is where the story gets even crazier: There were
not a lot of harmless things to shoot at. Gene Spencer
decided to shoot at a window at Hamilton. So, he shoots
and we don’t see any glass shatter. We all think he
missed the window. So he keeps shooting -- still no
shattered glass. Peter Dau says, “Let me try it.” He
shoots and still no shattered glass.
We all decide to walk over to Hamilton to see what
happened. That’s when we discovered that windows
don’t shatter when hit by a 22 caliber bullet -- the bullet
just makes a hole. The classrooms were a mess. We were
in big trouble. Stan Ryan and I were 9th graders at
Hamilton. Gene Spencer was a sophomore at Fresno
High, and Peter Dau was a junior at Fresno High. We all
had to face the police and the schools on Monday
morning. We were all placed on probation for a year.
One year later:
Gene Spencer moved to Monterey because his father
had a job transfer. Stan Ryan went to a private school
in the Bay area for his sophomore year. Peter Dau was a
senior at Fresno High. His dad had grounded him for his
junior year. He had nothing to do but study, and he got A
grades in all of his classes and got accepted to Stanford.
I started my sophomore year at Fresno High. Mr.
Mulkey, Mr. Solo and Mr. Neal all told me that they
would be keeping a close watch on me.
Where are they today?
Gene Spencer lives in Salinas. We have seen each
other from time to time over the years. Stan Ryan
passed away several years ago. I visited him in
Bakersfield about six weeks before he died. Peter Dau
went to Stanford University and Stanford Medical
School. He spent most of his medical career in Chicago
and moved back to Fresno ten years ago after he retired.
I see him for coffee every Monday.
And that is the story behind the story. We always felt
that we were all equally guilty.
JAMES’ JABBER
By James Palmer
[email protected]
Fresno High School Owls
One weekend in Fresno felt like a renewing spring day.
My wife and I decided to venture out to the Sunnyside
swap meet for some exercise. It’s fun finding hundreds
of dollars’ worth of new fastening devices like unused
nails, screws, brackets, etc. all for a low price. After
walking three rows of mostly junk I found some high
school yearbooks on a table. Three were FHS Owls:
1949, 1951 and 1952. The seller said, “Ten dollars each,
no negotiating.” They were in pretty good shape
excluding the bindings which were beginning to come
apart. “Someone will want these,” I thought. So all three
were bought. A member of the 1960 class and member
of the Fresno High Alumni Association, Jackie Boyajian
is known as an Owl guru. If anyone is seeking a
particular Owl contact her at, FresnoHighAlumni.com.
Not having a 1957 issue my thought is to trade one of
these for one of those. My thoughts are about those who
might be seeking lost found editions. About six years
ago I found a 1956 FHS Choraleers record and gave it to
Jackie.
While thumbing through these newly acquired year
books so many memories
came to mind just from the
names I read, photos I saw
or the advertisers who
supported the production
of these keepsakes. One
photo was the complete
original frontage view of
the school. Twenty two
pillars existed across the
face of the building back
then. Maybe ten or so are
still there. Seeing La
Conte Hall, Palmer Hall
and those north and south wings is fascinating when you
realize they no longer exist. One photo shows an exterior
hall with arches throughout it. It makes a ninety degree
turn and has two sets of stairs near the middle. It’s all
brick and the roof is Spanish tile, very unique. I’m sorry
to say all of these were demolished because of California
earthquake regulations back in the early 70’s. So much
history went to the dump. One member of the class of
1957, Pete Mehas, had the forethought to be there when
the demolition crew showed up and saved many items
from the façade of those buildings that are no longer
there.
Some members of the Fresno School Board were in
photos in the 1949 book. Edwin C. Kratt and Arthur
Selland were just two prominent Fresno dignitaries. FHS
faculty members included “Uncle Jack Mulkey” who
was a counselor and P.E. teacher in 1949. David
Metzler, Mary Kimball, Mr. Sawyers, Mrs. Moody,
Erwin Ginsburg and Eleanor Defoe were a few. Jack
Skadden joined the staff in 1952. You wouldn’t
recognize him in that old photo, no crew cut or dark
glasses then. In 1951 the first pool was constructed and
the fifties FHS era of swimming was about to begin.
Here are some student’s names who might be brothers,
sisters, cousins or just have similar names. Jim
Eichleburger, Shirley Archibald, Marylin Skop, Bert
Busic, Bill Parker, James Palmer, Dennis Rube, and
Murah Zahlis were a few of them. Many of those who
advertised in the book do not exist today. I saw ads for
Turpin’s Furniture, San Joaquin Bakery (called Rainbow
today), Chrisman’s Restaurant, Russ Clemens service
station, Rodman’s Chevrolet, Slater’s Furniture and
Stillman’s Drug Store were a few. Do any of those
businesses bring back your memories?
Measure Q passed in 2012. This allocated funds for
many schools in California to do much needed
revamping. FHS got a new Administration building,
new Library, ten new classrooms and the “bunker
buildings” were removed……..those made the school
look like a military fort. The frontage landscaping was
redone during the construction which brought it much
closer to original landscaping of our days.
FHS has the prettiest frontage of any school I have
ever seen. Yes, I am somewhat biased but too bad.
Those Were the Good Old Days and I know most of us
miss what we had in the ‘50’s.
WINTER’S LAST SPAT
By Rich Ballow
[email protected]
Six stately firs stand their ground, anchored fast along
the shoreline. Dressed in battle green fatigues these
monarchs hold their own against March’s raging storm.
Their old age declares their resolve and victory over the
winter storms that swirl into the Sound off the North
Pacific. Relentlessly, the storm pounds the rocky bank
below, and rolling white caps off the bay take flight into
plumes of salty sea spray.
Framed in my home’s gallery of
picture windows this hand-to-hand
combat intensifies—grand firs
bending to the roaring wind, waving
long arms that jerk erratically to
nature’s wailing music. In the
background the churning water
grows darker. Fascinated, I watch
and wait. Is this Act III of a classic
thriller? Overhead, dense gray clouds
chase each other across the dimly lit blue-black stage.
Slipping through the seams of these misty, moving
curtains flash intermittent sunrays. Nature’s characters,
carrying on the battle of will between land, sea and sky
are spotlighted in the fleeting light. A lone white gull
appears, banks against an invisible gust, and then shoots
like a feathered arrow up and out of sight.
As the razzle-dazzle of winter’s last spat plays out in
front of me, I sit back enjoying this clash of ‘lower case
gods’ and sip my second cup of coffee.
THE TRAVELING COURT RECORDS
By Virginia Collins Rouse
[email protected]
I remember in junior high chomping at the bit to be
able to sign up for typing and shorthand. I also
remember wanting to learn to play the piano, but found
out music was definitely not my forte, after I bought a
piano right after getting my first full time job. So back
to shorthand and typing. Yep, that was it. So on I went
to Fresno High School and took every class I could
involving both. Then in my senior year, my classmate
Phyllis Yee (who later went on to San Francisco as an
Administrative Secretary) and I were approached by our
shorthand teacher and asked if we would be the official
recorders of the FHS Student Court. We said yes and so
went our senior year once a week (I think) sitting in on
Student Court and taking the proceedings down in our
shorthand. We also had to transcribe our notes into a
journal book for permanent keeping. However, at the
end of the year we had notes that were not finished and
recorded into the journal. The
staff advisor, Hampton Sawyers,
gave us permission to work on it
during the summer. Phyllis
couldn’t do it and my memory on
why has fully escaped me.
Therefore the job fell to me and
the problem came when my
mother said we were going on a trip to Missouri. The
solution: I took the blank journal, my notes, and
Phyllis’ notes with me and whenever we stopped for a
time, I would work on the transcription by comparing
her shorthand with mine. That journal travelled through
Lake Tahoe, Salt Lake City, Denver, and Kansas City to
the Eastern side of Missouri – specifically Hannibal. We
spent about two weeks there visiting many family
members and my mother’s friends from her childhood.
Then our return trip was back through Kansas City then
south through Oklahoma and Six Flags Amusement
Park, a tad bit of Texas, New Mexico, Arizona’s
Petrified Forest and the Grand Canyon. By now I think I
was through transcribing all of the notes for Student
Court that I had taken with me.
After a month of traveling and visiting relatives, we
finally reached home about mid-July. In August, I
contacted the staff advisor for the student court and
arranged a day to return the journal to Fresno High. I’m
probably safe in saying it is the only court journal that
has so many miles and states behind its completion.
THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD
By Donna Dewhirst Breckenridge
[email protected]
My husband, Parviz (AKA, Perry), our twin boys,
Shahram Monti and Shahriar Marc moved to Iran in
1969 in order to change the country (major joke). The
Shah was still in power. My father-in-law Mehdi
Aminian, was a retired judge, having been at one time,
the highest paid lawyer in Iran. Truly a brilliant man
who spoke seven languages.
Molook, Perry's mother, was also from
a prominent family. She was truly a 20th
Century woman raised in the 15th
Century. She was very wise and
understanding. She was married to Aga
Djon (35 years old) when she was 14. In
Iran, a man does not take a bride until he
has established himself in his business or profession.
Bride and groom do not meet each other until the day of
the wedding and the bride sees the groom first in a
mirror placed before her. She is veiled and seated on a
cushion. This is how it was as late as the ‘60s but the
western world has changed that.
At my Persian wedding, I was seated on a chair, veiled
and before a mirror and Mamon had placed a candelabra
before me (to brighten my life) and a bowl with five
eggs in it (I wondered what that was for). There were
two wooden boards on either side of the display before
me that had blessings written in incense. If we had been
outside the city, these boards would have been burned so
that the blessings would fall as ashes on all of the
wedding party. A lamb was to be sacrificed for us but
Perry would not let them because I am a Christian. The
Mullah who conducted our ceremony, asked me once,
“Will you marry this man?” I answered, “No.” He asks
again and I say “No.” A third time he asks but this time,
my mother-in-law puts a gold coin in my hand and I
answer, “Yes.” In other words, I must be bribed to leave
my father's house.
This all took place four years earlier when we first
went to Iran to meet my new family. Now, we were on
our way to live there. Exciting adventures were before
us and our twin boys which will, in about a year, include
another little brother. The twins and I stayed in Tehran
for three months until our shipment arrived from Los
Angeles where we learned a little Farsi (the Persian
language). Mamon and my sisters, Parivash, Saphiaye
and Shahrouz all road on the train to Andimishk after the
shipment arrived and they helped us get settled. The
whole move was so well organized. The furniture was
all put in place, the kitchen was organized, the clothing
and other goods were put away and we had a lovely
dinner that day. Unbelievable! This was my new home
and my new family.
WE’VE HEARD FROM:
Linda Anderson Thomas…..Thanks again for the
newsletter. I always look forward to it, as others I'm sure
do. On the article on Swim Park, I remember so many
hot sunny days spending many hours there barbecuing in
baby oil and eating my potted meat and mayo
sandwiches (without being in a cooler) -- guess what? -It didn't ever make me sick. Guess we were healthier
stock then.
Helen Nordeman Ford…Very much enjoyed our latest
newsletter. We have some interesting people in our class
and some good writers too. Love getting the newsletter.
Dean Reynolds…….My memory gets as old as the
things that I did experience at Fresno High. Sometime
in the fall of 1957, I had a metal shop
teacher by the name of Mr. Woods, a
well-built man that had a hobby of
making archery bows out of water
buffalo horns. He told us the bows
had a pull of 100#. He was a really
good teacher. One day there were
two kids who thought they could get
away with smoking cigs in the welding booths. Well,
they got caught. He made them stay after class and
smoke every one of those smokes one after another. I
heard they were so sick; maybe they gave up smoking.
Sherri Schmitt Trbovich. Thank you to all for your
work in putting out a great newsletter. I enjoy all the
news from long ago to the present.
Susan Schoenburg Loustalet. Congratulations for
putting out a great newsletter -- especially to JoAnn
Woodward for keeping us informed. Keep up the good
work.
WHY I DON’T LIVE IN FRESNO
By Chuck Polley
[email protected]
I hated the hot weather more
than you can imagine, that is
why after graduation I moved to
Santa Barbara and have lived
along the coast ever since. In
some respects I was very
spoiled as a kid, as I spent almost every summer since I
was about six at my grandmother’s at the beach in Santa
Barbara, literally “at the beach” as she was a caretaker of
a private beach. Actually not a bad deal for everybody
concerned. Kid gets away from parents for three
months, parents get rid of the kid for three months,
grandma gets the kid until she is tired of him and sends
him back for school/winter.
I only went back to Fresno for the 10 year reunion,
holidays with my parents until they also moved, and then
for several weddings, and that has been about it. If the
reunions were to be in early May or very late October I
would be more interested. Today it is hot here in Santa
Cruz---high 70s close to 80, can't take any more clothes
off or I would offend the neighbors! When I would call
my parents in Fresno, I would crack-up when my Mom
would say the weather was very nice only 94 that
day....... Heck, Santa Barbara was 74 that same day...
Editor….Chuck has been working on the lost list and has been
quite successful. Maybe he will make the 60th reunion.
AMATEUR RADIO IN WASHOE
By Ray Maxwell
[email protected]
The amateur radio community gave an award to the
Washoe county commissioners for their support of the
Amateur Radio Community and Emergency
Communications. Commissioner Hartung commented:
"…..ham radio operators...I mean they're the backbone
in emergencies. When normal lines of communications
are down, you guys jump in and really make a huge
difference.” I am the one in the middle with the sign
hanging down my neck.
A MOVE TO THE ANTIPODES
By Bob Knott
[email protected]
After spending most of the sixties racing I found
myself in San Francisco needing full time work. I saw
an ad for divers wanted at Marine World in Redwood
City. They hadn’t even opened yet, but needed staff to
set the place up. I got the job only to find it was a night
job as an underwater janitor. Someone had to scrub the
pools and vacuum up dolphin shit. It would have been
really boring except that the animals were in the pool
while I was working.
It was hard to concentrate on
this menial job while I had
several dolphins and a pilot
whale looking over my shoulder
as I worked. At first I got into
trouble for not doing enough on
my shift; I explained that
“Willie” the pilot whale kept taking my brush away from
me and wouldn’t give it back until I scratched him. I
was told to just punch him in the nose and get on with
it. Easier said than done with a 15ft. whale!
After a while the job got more interesting and I was
sent on collecting trips and was involved with the
transfer of animals including fishes, seals, whales and
dolphins. I took trips to Mexico, Catalina Island, the
Aleutian Islands and British Columbia. Sometimes these
jobs came up at the spur of the moment so I had to be
packed for hot and cold weather at all times.
I got into training animals and for a while trained a
baby elephant. Judy water skied (or really rode around
on a raft made to look like water skis). She was a lot of
fun to work with and a real challenge as she grew. I did
a bit of dolphin training as well and then went to British
Columbia to collect three Orcas (Killer Whales). One of
the three animals we caught was
to go to Marineland of
Australia. I got to know the
Australian director, David
Brown, who was an Englishman. David had come to
America to be a director of Marineland of the Pacific in
Palos Verdes. From there he went to the Gold Coast in
Southeast Queensland to develop Marineland of
Australia.
We got along pretty well and he asked me if I would
like to come to Australia to train the Orca and present
some shows if Marineland paid my way over. I had met
some Aussies in Vung Tao and that seemed like a lot of
fun so I took the job. That was a good move because
winter was coming and Marine World was cutting down
to skeleton staff, which included the whole department I
was in.
When I arrived I discovered that wages in Australia
were very low but on the other hand, prices for basics
were low also. I rented a furnished flat, walking
distance to work, for $15 per week! Beer was 18 cents a
glass! The downside was that “luxury” goods were very
expensive. A black and white television (color wasn’t
here then) cost $700 and a wage of $100 per week was
considered big money!
I worked at Marineland for a couple of years then
decided I needed to come back to America to finish the
college degree I started in 1958. Since my college
history looked a bit like a police rap sheet I didn’t have
much choice as to where I would study. I went to see
the Dean at Cal State Hayward and pleaded my way in
as a mature student. I actually got decent grades for a
change and graduated with a degree in psychology
(animal behavior).
That took me a couple of years
and then I went back to
Marineland, this time with six
California Sea Lions on a
Danish freighter. I was getting
used to travelling with animals.
During this time a Danish lady with her daughter and a
friend came to the Park. They were from Sydney and the
friend somehow knew the manager. He asked me to
look after them during their visit. I invited them to have
a swim with my dolphins before the park opened. To cut
a long story short, Kirsten became my third wife and we
have been happy together the past 37 years.
Editor: Catch the 2nd half of Bob’s story in the fall 2015 issue.
FRESNO HIGH ALUMNI
WALL OF CHAMPIONS DINNER
Resource Center in Oakland, CA in early October The
monies raised by this event provide services to women
with cancer and their families. There are ten of us in
Sonoma County, including a six year old, that swim or
water walk as a team - we call ourselves the “Sonoma
Splashers”. … and yes I swim a mile! If anyone is
interested the website for this event is:
www.wcrc.org/swim.
Bob Opple finished another
cross country trip with his
dog Roscoe. This time he
logged 8,500 miles. Catch
him at
[email protected]
DAYDREAMS
By Gloria Hill Wolper
Warrior trophies given to individual inductees
The 8th annual Wall of Champions held on October 8,
2014 inducted seven individuals and two teams, the
undefeated Valley Champions1956 girls swim team and
the Valley Champions 1957 baseball team. Here are
some comments from some of your classmates who were
presented with medallions:
Jim Maloney…Fresno High School's Wall of
Champions dinner was a wonderful evening. Great to
see many former Fresno High athletes and coaches. Jack
Fowler and his committee hit another homerun!
Congratulations to all the honorees.
Sidne Berry Leith….I was overwhelmed when I
received the letter regarding the 1956 Swim Team
induction. It was a great evening. My only
disappointment was (because there were 300 people
attending) I did not get to see many of our classmates. I
did happily get to see Jim Shekoyan and Tom Marsela--both so handsome!!!!
Rhetta Ann Williford….Swimming is still very much a
part of my life. I swim 2-3 times
a week year round. For the past
five years I have participated in
the “Swim a Mile for Women
with Cancer” sponsored by the Women’s Cancer
Our favorite thing to do in the ‘40s and ‘50s, as a
family, was to go to a Drive-In movie. Dad would
always be in the car honking the horn to hurry up Mom
as she tried to do a last minute chore.
Our first stop would be this run down café that sold hot
dogs in downtown Fresno. I can still taste the onion,
mustard and chili covering the juicy hot dogs held in
steaming buns! Next we sped to the nearest Orange
Julius stand for the whipped, frothy and refreshing
orange drinks. With our mouths watering, we were off
to the (what usually turned out to be) double feature
western. We were now ready for an adventure-packed
evening.
Mom’s favorite entertainment was the “All American”
western movie. Dad’s favorite part was the opening
cartoon and we busily unwrapped our sumptuous hot
dogs and stuck straws into our Orange Julius as Tweetie
Pie continued to outwit Sylvester the cat.
I remember seeing the likes of Gary Cooper, Clark
Gable, Henry Fonda, Jimmy Stewart, and Glenn Ford,
John Wayne, Kirk Douglas and many more, conquering
the Wild West and, by the end of the film, winning the
love of the leading lady.
On the way home, as my sister Eva and brother Gary
slept, I would imagine what it would be like to have the
particular leading man of that evening fall madly in love
with me instead of Susan Hayward, Jean Simmons,
Maureen O’Hara, Ava Gardner, Rita Haworth, Barbara
Stanwyck, Ida Lupino or other young lovelies of that
time.
ADDRESS CHANGES:
Roger Beer
P.O. Box 558
Kingsburg, CA 93631
Sidne Berry Leith
35751 Gateway Dr. #F601
Palm Desert, CA 92211
Jerry Boggs
205 N. Magnolia Ave
Clovis, CA 93611
Norma Jean English Couch
1012 N. Market Ave
Shawnee, OK 74801
Julie Eten Smith
16386 N. Franklin Blvd, Apt C16
Nampa, ID 83687
Linda Gamlin Beer
P.O. Box 584
Kilauea, HI 96754
Dean Reynolds
104 Old College Place
Mountain Home, AR 72653
Tom Whitling
11467 Millerton Rd.
Clovis, CA 93619
EMAIL CHANGES:
Dolores Wagner Bunton
[email protected]
FOUND:
Barbara Campbell Koolery
Mary Kaye Campbell
Charlene L. Clark
Donna Dewhirst Breckenridge
Norma Jean English Couch
Lenetta Fries Huxley
Linda Gane Estes
Ella Mae Lum Rinehart
Chloreta McGolden Martin
Gloria Olea Salazar
Philip Reihms
Dorothy Reynolds Miller
Noel Edward Turner
Editor: Don’t forget the annual All-Alumni dinner
that is held on Echo Avenue in front of Royce Hall
each year. This will be the 16th annual event with a
silent auction, a 50/50 raffle to benefit FHS
Leadership Team and a wonderful catered dinner
served by Senate members.
Come and enjoy
margaritas and friendship under the warm skies of a
Fresno summer. Mark your calendar for Saturday,
May 2, 2015 beginning at 5:00, dinner at 7:00. Make
reservations on line at FresnoHighAlumni.com.
Editor’s note: When contacting any classmate by email,
use FHS, Class of ’58 or something similar in the
subject line so the email will not be deleted.
Editor: Keep sending these wonderful stories
for publication. I’ve heard from so many who
truly enjoy reading the articles which summon
up delightful memories.
Please notify someone on the reunion board of any
changes to your personal information. Updates on
changes for street address, email address, phone number
or name will keep the FHS Class of ’58 database in tiptop shape.
CONTRIBUTORS:
The following classmates have recently made
contributions: Linda Anderson Thomas, Sidne Berry
Leith, Frank Markarian, Dian McCloskey Hale,
Cecil Newbrough, Helen Norderman Ford, Bob
Opple, James Palmer, Dean Reynolds, Sherri
Schmitt Trbovich, Susan Schoenburg Loustalet,
Joyce Sheppard Markarian and Roger Threlkeld.
Your reunion committee thanks each and every one of
you for your loyalty and support.
----------------------------------------A GRACIOUS THANK YOU TO ALL OF THOSE who
donated after the last newsletter went out. How nice it
would be for everyone to give $5 to cover the cost of
two newsletters each year and remember, any donations
greater than the actual cost of distribution will go to
help those who cannot afford to attend our events. Your
tax-deductible check payable to FHS Class of ’58, c/o
Buddy Arakelian, 529 W. Scott Ave., Fresno, CA 93704
will continue to help with future gatherings.
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Fresno High Alumni Association
Class of 1958
P.O. Box 27516
Fresno, CA 93729
Return Service Requested
Reunion Board Members: Buddy Arakelian, Cochairperson. Reach him at [email protected],
529 W. Scott Avenue, Fresno, CA 93704, 559-229-0850.
Lyn Darby Maloney, Co-chairperson. Reach her at
[email protected], 7027 N. Teilman, #102,
Fresno, CA 93711, 559-439-7525. Jan Charshaf
Kelley, [email protected], 2094 W. Magill,
Fresno, CA 93711, 559-439-5272. Donna Farris
Gaither, [email protected], 6758 N.
Marlsbury, Fresno, CA 93711, 559-435-2411. Pat
Scheidt Austin, [email protected], 2500 E. Menlo
Avenue, Fresno, CA 93710, 559-299-8446. JoAnn
D’Ambrosio Woodward, [email protected],
351 Baron Avenue, Clovis, CA 93612, 559-298-9296.
Lost Alumni Committee: Mickey Badiali Vermon,
[email protected], Loretta Carter Worobey,
[email protected] and Chuck Polley,
[email protected].
Newsletter committee: JoAnn D’Ambrosio
Woodward, editor, [email protected].
Writers: James Palmer, [email protected], Rich
Ballow, [email protected],
Junior High Committees:
Jan Charshaf Kelley, 559-439-5272, and James
Palmer, [email protected], 559-233-7596, for
Washington Jr. High. Pat Rossi de la Montanya, 559591-5525, [email protected] for Fort Miller Jr.
High